This in mind I wager my life, as many others do, with the expectations of normalcy and the fear of attack as I plan to go to Gay Pride in the Twin Cities. I ask will this happen, should I be prepared? The question is a lie, one cannot ever be prepared for a gunman amidst a crowd of festival goers, no one expects an attack as they dance drunkenly to loud music, or watch a Drag show. But gay pride isn't just about naked boys grinding on a float, it isn't really about that at all. It is about acceptance. It is about pride for being different, for being unique, pride in knowing that just because you're gay, or lesbian, or bisexual, transgender, or gender-queer, that you are still a person. You are not a pervert, or a degenerate, or diseased (...even if you're an STI filled ho…) just because you don't fit into the gender binary of male and female, or like the same sex.
What make's Gay Pride a core of our humanity is also the driving force of hate behind the attacks like these. Little has changed in the forty years since the 1973 arson attack and the attacks today. The same hate and fear fills the radicals, the extremists, the religiously devout. Our pride in our difference drives the hate in those who do not understand and do not want to understand. As the calls for prayers for the dead and injured echo, I can only feel a sense of irony, dark onerous irony, that by some virtue our prayers for their safety will somehow outweigh the prayers for their deaths in some cosmic struggle with a god that doesn't exist.
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